Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Ask Keri: No Man or Lucifer?
Anon speculated: “I know who No Man is! That’s Lucifer!”
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-29.01
I don’t know how long I had been at the fire. My bare feet were so covered with dirt and ash, I looked like I had grown like a tree. If a tree could have feathers. I was exhausted and had stumbled. Snake, in his human form, had caught me. I was getting sweat and…
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The Trend Of The Responses To My “Observations”
673 words where Keri discusses the responses she has received to her post: “My Observations and Experiences as a Pagan Woman of Color”, and feels many are missing the point and making her just as much as a token piece as the racists has.
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My Observations and Experiences as a Pagan Woman of Color
This was originally posted on my Tumblr: Three More Ways on August 21, 2012. I felt because it is a reflection of my personal life, it also belonged here… My observations and experiences as a Pagan Woman of Color: 670 words.
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-28.01
It felt like as soon as my head hit the pillow in the Waking, I wake up face down in the lair in the Dreaming. Lying on the pallet that serves as my bed. I smell blood. Lifting my head I note my back is burdened by wings. The wings are mine, but the shape…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-27.01
The dream went lucid at once. As did my work. I bid Horatio to attend to me as I walked the house. He was no longer going to be a pretty trinket hanging off my waist. He was going to work for me, or be sent to the Boneyard. As I’m telling him what I…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-26.01
What little dreams I had last night were dominated by household stress. I’m done playing by the rules. The shit is critical, and I am not joking. Last night I put the house Regulars on notice. Any that have been feeding off the malaise my mother is so damn good at generating have had their…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-25.01
Sorry folks, no nighttime dream adventures to regale you with. It’s all muddy. No, really. I was covered in mud, stuck fast in a mud hole, and surrounded by mud as far as I could see. Which wasn’t far because mud is hard to look through, you know. I heard sounds bounce off trees, but…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-24.01
Bits and pieces from last night:
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-23.01
“What’s this? You’re planning something in my honor?” I had just closed my eyes for five hot seconds. I should be completely alone. And yet, I’m not surprised to hear the Rummer’s deep voice. He does love to ambush me after all.
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